I began to gag and feared I would throw up.“Breath Bitch!”I realized that if I breathed through my nose, I didn’t notice that my throat was plug...ed up. He pumped my face for maybe 5 minutes, then grabbed the back of my head and forced his entire cock through the opening into my throat and began to dump his cum right into my stomach. I was stunned that I wasn’t throwing up and everyone seemed to admire my ability to take his cock that deep.“Hope he can take it that far up his faggot ass.” Which. "What exactly are we doing Shari?" I ask, but everything becomes clear when I walk into the living room.It's not like I'm against lesbians, but do they really have to make out on the couch in their fricking UNDERWEAR? 6 girls, sat on each other with their tongues down each others throats. Well I suppose it did turn me on a LITTLE, but it still doesn't mean I wanted to watch them! Shari orders me to put my bags with the others - it's a sleepover gulp - and stops the girls making out. "Right. After that encounter we both were dying to break all the formalities and get into the act of love.As soon as we got in I grabbed Kriti and started kissing her passionately. She responded the same by opening her mouth as wide as she could. My tongue was traveling inside her mouth and I could feel the warmth of her mouth plus the saliva was moving from her mouth to mine and from my mouth to hers. Her passion was also the same. She was pressing her face against mine as hard as she could which. It kind of pissed me off because I was right there. He could stare at MY tits, or MY face. Hell, if he wanted, I would walk in front of him, so he could stare at MY ass.We had our first fight over it. A few days after we got home, he gave me the good old “We have to talk” thing.“Deb, we didn’t talk about this before and I am thinking that we should have. I love you, I will always love you. You are the only woman/girl/female that I ever want to be with intimately, sexually, or physically.” He.